Hogwarts Homecoming

Amosta drank tea calmly, waiting for these young wizards to express their opinions to him, but the silence lasted for a long time.

These pure-blooded descendants from famous families understand the horror of the Dark Lord more deeply than children from ordinary wizarding families. They cannot say anything about going against the Dark Lord lightly.

"how?"

Amosta, who still had no answer, said a little disappointedly,

"No one can come up with an idea. So, should we wait until the Dark Lord dies of old age before he can set his sights on our goal? Or should we give up this unrealistic goal and replace it with an ideal that is easier to achieve?"

The passionate scene disappeared silently like a dream, and Amosta could see the embarrassing emotions on the faces of these children who swore allegiance and followed him.

"We're not afraid to fight the, uh, Dark Lord, sir--"

Blaise turned pale and said breathlessly,

"We are willing to follow you, no matter who stands in our way"

"I am gratified by your courage, Blaise,"

Amosta said in a tone full of appreciation,

"I also think the Dark Lord has nothing to fear. I don't think I will lose to him. What's more, we can use Dumbledore, right? He has always resisted the Dark Lord resolutely. If Dumbledore and I join forces, , I believe the Dark Lord will not do anything, and you-"

Amosta looked at these children with great expectation.

"Will you help me deal with the Dark Lord's loyal Death Eaters?"

Draco wiggled his butt uncomfortably, and at this moment, he was not the only one to avoid Amosta's eyes.

The ghostly light green flames radiated a cold atmosphere all around, and the chains hanging from the ceiling made a clicking sound. The sound was a bit like the grinding of the teeth of a ghoul who likes to hide in old furniture, and those chains The shadow of the shadow was cast on these students. Draco saw the black shadow of a rope falling on Nott's neck opposite him. It was swaying and looked like he was about to hang him. Nott's face was indeed very pale. .

"I'll tell you the truth——"

Professor Brain's cold voice fell on Draco's ears, stimulating him to become alert, and these words made him feel cold all over.

"I plan to fight Voldemort, which is easy to understand, isn't it? I can't let him steal all the limelight by himself, but now I'm faced with a problem.

The Ministry of Magic is unwilling to admit that Voldemort is back, which means that I cannot use the power of the Ministry of Magic to fight against Voldemort's forces. Dumbledore only has some old, weak, sick and disabled people left, unable to fight against the sharp Death Eaters. Maybe you and I After training you for so long, you finally look presentable. Maybe you can help me deal with the Dark Lord's Death Eaters, right? "

There was a suffocating silence. Some of the Slytherin students here were pale and frightening, but Professor Brain's cold voice did not stop.

"I believe that after my training, you will not be much worse than the Dark Lord's Death Eaters. As long as you unite as one and move forward bravely, of course, the difficulty exists. Some of you will need to confront your relatives directly, but I believe , are you willing to abandon ridiculous family ties for the sake of our common ideals?"

Draco, Nott, Blaise

Amosta saw their clenched fists loosen, their palms trembling slightly. Their pupils were constricted to the extreme, and there was fear in their eyes.

Fight with his father

Draco's gray eyes trembled slightly, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

This incident did not happen before. His father had practiced dueling with him in order to test his strength in school, and his strength indeed shocked his father.

Draco has always had mixed emotions about his father, fearing and admiring him at the same time.

The fear comes from the strict education he received since childhood, while the reverence comes from his father's outstanding magic power, commendable shrewd mind and wise eyes. Also, he will inevitably have heard of something about his young father. The experience of that time. Under the leadership of the Dark Lord, the 'history of struggle' to restore the glory of pure blood.

He longs to surpass his father. He knows that his father seems to be one of the first people to follow the Dark Lord and is deeply trusted by the Dark Lord. He appears here today, in front of Professor Brain, and is somewhat of an existential figure. With the intention of surpassing his father at this point - following the new legend and becoming the backbone.

But killing his father just to realize his ambition?

Just the thought of this made Draco feel weak on his feet. How could he do such a cruel and unscrupulous thing!

Amosta was very happy to see the extreme resistance in the eyes of these children. If there is anyone here who is really eager to try, like Barty Crouch Jr., who would not hesitate to 'kill a relative to prove his truth' in order to show his true feelings, then he We really need to consider whether we need to 'clean up the door'.

"It seems that you are unwilling to use swords against your own relatives in order to implement my ideals?"

Amosta leaned on the sofa, his face softened again, and he said in a brisk tone,

"But you know, this is what the Dark Lord has always asked his Death Eaters to do. Abandon feelings, abandon self-will, abandon human dignity, for his own cruel dream."

Draco opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, but he suddenly felt pity for his father.

"What I hope you understand is that you should be more assertive, you should have your own pursuits, have your own dreams instead of using your own precious lives, your own precious wealth, I mean the love you have, to practice others Cruel idea.”

Amosta waved his hand to disperse the magic, returning the physical education classroom to its original state, and the bright sunshine shone on these innocent children again.

"At the same time, what I want to tell you is--"

Amosta continued,

"I do want to go against the Dark Lord. I don't think much of the current Ministry of Magic and the current magical world. I plan to make some changes to it, but it is definitely not the kind of fear and murder that the Dark Lord wants to see. In the wizarding world, I will ensure that Voldemort is completely destroyed one day and never has the chance to return.

"And his followers."

Amosta paused, stood up from his seat, looked down at the children, and said calmly,

"If they repent, it's not that they don't have a chance to atone for their sins, but if they stubbornly resist and go all the way to the dark side, then maybe they won't even have a chance to enter Azkaban."

Draco's face turned as white as snow, and he knew why Professor Blaine said this.

"As for you saying that you want to get strength from me--"

Amosta smiled and said,

"I've been teaching you how to arm yourself, haven't I? I can assure you that I'm not hiding any secrets. I've taught you the magic that young wizards of this age can master. To be honest, if I were in your situation, Given your age, I'm afraid I may not be able to defeat your duel team, and more advanced magic will have to wait until you enter the advanced class at least -"

"Professor Blaine!"

After Amosta left the classroom, the youngest Astoria suddenly stood up. She looked calmer than some of the boys. After all, her parents were not Death Eaters, although they Accept some of Voldemort's views.

Astoria's breathing quickened slightly, and she looked into Professor Blaine's bright eyes.

"Are you really going to fight against the Dark Lord? You--you know, he is known as the most evil wizard in history, and many wizards who resisted him ended up not having a good end."

"He wants to make everyone his slaves, Miss Greengrass -"

Amosta smiled and said,

"It's a pity that I don't like to surrender to others. Between death and surrender, I will choose death without hesitation. Remember to eat the things on the table before leaving. Waste is shameful."